Best Documented Poems
Consummated under sheets of inspiration,
Conceived in cryptic dreams,
Created from cloudy concentrations,
The words flowed onto a wrinkled sheet of paper.
I concealed the verse under my pillow,
Entombed beneath my peaceful slumber,
Safe from grating barbarians.
For I do not reside in a steel fortress.
But the poem demanded breath,
And I obliged with wary trepidation.
Exposing naked insights of thought,
To public opinions and consumption.
I was misunderstood in some quarters.
My uneven stanzas documented in dorm rooms,
Lack of rhythm noted in offices,
And style criticized in coffee shops.
But my work was greeted warmly from African savannas,
Treasured in Scotland,
Saluted in London,
And praised from India’s sacred rivers.
In the heartland, school girls knew my name.
Southern belles toasted my talents.
I was pondered over breakfast in Florida,
Embraced in backwoods hamlets.
When I look within,
Searching for the brilliant author,
I question his existence.
The trance, that special state of mind, has passed.
In conscious lucidity I ask the stunning question,
“Who wrote this poem?”
The invasion began on the twenty fourth of February
When in from Belarus came, the filth of humanity
The world soon got to know of their cruel depravities
Each town they invaded, they were guilty of atrocities.
Putin had hoped to announce victory, on the ninth of may
But strong Ukrainian resistance is standing in his way
Helped by the civilised world supplying arms to fight
Now Russia can no longer claim to have military might.
The west imposed heavy sanctions but the war is still raging
Especially in the Donbas region where defenders are engaging
Putin doesn't care for loss of life, to him it doesn't bother
While sending in his conscripts to be used as cannon fodder.
But don't be fooled for one minute and offer them any sympathy
For many of his soldiers have committed, vile acts of atrocity
Murder, rape and lootings have been committed commonplace
Reports of young children being bashed, with rifle butt's in the face.
Buildings shelled and under the rubble many people still alive
The Russian scum wouldn't allow anyone to help them survive
Mobile crematoria used to destroy evidence, of their killing spree
But evidence is being documented for the whole world to see.
Rebuilding all the infrastructure, will take a very long time
And the Russian aggressors must be made to pay, every last dime
Good will always triumph over evil and one day Ukraine will free
And hopefully in time be able to move on, from that awful tragedy.
To all the would be aggressors out there and especially Putin
The civilised world will support freedom and you'll never win
There will be no forgiveness or a route to save face
Humanity owes you nothing, you're an absolute disgrace.
Written on 6th May 2022
I've grown rusty and unused to summoning words from a blank page - but FINALLY - there's something new to describe. School (11th grade) is over - at last - and... more.
There's a party tonight - a REAL, honest-to-God, in person, PARTY - for about 30 of us. Yes, vaccinations are documented. Life seems to be beginning again.
I'm eager, like a boxer before the bell or a racehorse at the starting gate. I'm an animal, long constrained, who knows it's about to be set free.
I'm as disorientated as an awakened dreamer and I find myself laughing, drunk with possibilities as I try on clothes for preliminary impressions.
It's hard to quash tremors of impatience.
I'm sick of helpless, indifferent, pandemic necessity.
I'm SO tired of boredom, circling me like a vulture, in my panopticon palace - that I opted for a respite of pure terror - I'm SO clever.
I'm skipping my senior year of high school and heading off to university. I'd rather die than risk spending another year in my room(s) - I almost went crazy .
There's a paper on my desk, white as a bride. It says "ACCEPTED for fall term 2021."
I’m trying not to let on that I’m afraid. Is desire always a tangle of impossible, contradictory impulses?
I've decided that my life is my only real possession - my own, small, life-or-death riddle to solve.
I want to live with intent, like I'm aimed at something and I'm going to chase happiness like it could be caught.
My luggage is open - like alligator jaws. I stare into those tan, Ghurka depths - rigid with anxiety.
My sister (home on vacation from her surgical residency) sees me eyeing the empty bags.
"Are you worried?” She says, “You look worried."
I normally find the sister-teacher-coach vibe irritating, but now, somehow, it seems reassuring.
"No," I lie - then - "A bit," I admit, close-lipped.
But that's a later worry =]
p.s. I write short stories too =]
Memories mark moments of time, passing like a carousel
A bitter day in January Challenger exploded
Hopes for the future of our space program quickly eroded
Recalling the fate of the first teacher in space, on sadness dwell
On a November day in Dallas, nineteen sixty-three
Camelot dreams collided with bullets, a president died
Who’ll forget where they were when they heard the news and sadly cried
Benchmarks, dates circled on calendars, time passes as we grieve
Two thousand and one an attack befell New York’s twin towers
Were you one of many who watched the second tower fall?
Have you wished to travel back in time and these events forestall?
Cycles of life and death recorded, buds that bloom black flowers
Such are the transcripts documented in every human heart
Moments in time that change the course of history as we know it
Reminders of tragic events and acts that mankind commits
In the cyclical sense, they’re but slivers of a vast pie chart
*Entry for Barbara Gorelick's Enclosed Rhyme "Time Contest"
Millions and millions with one stone gone.
Killed by their own wrongs
From negating a path strong.
But oh, a picture perfect life shown
With three children in the form.
Altered destiny to hinder success seen.
Today, their fate is perceived. to be a ruminated future confound from all their deceits.
One stone with millions and millions of lives wrought into a mental mirage.
A figurative arrangement disarranged for other’s illegal espionage.
Fabrications documented as a true act found life attacked.
Victimization attracted by hate fashioned the image repudiated.
But oh, a path strong formed.
The life negated held on.
Today, a just soul.
Augmentation of knowledge and wisdom transformed the home front.
A sphere of influence henceforth.
An entity of a government provided the acumen.
But oh, a picture perfect life was empowered by the mendacities told.
A sage is in transition to manifest reform.
These days’ spuriousness is ameliorated by yesterday’s social injustices.
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Written December 24, 2015!
My girl friend wake up this morning
I bring her breakfast in bed to eat
But she said she is going to be right back
She has to go and brushes her teeth
When she comes back she jumps in bed
Looking beautiful and so cute
I made her scramble eggs, and toast bread
Coffee and a half of pink grapefruit
She really likes lemons and grape fruits
She is a kind of spicy loving girl
But omg she is so amazing
Sweeter than all the sugar in the world
And every day I will keep trying
To find ways to make her happy
So while she having her grapefruit
I will tell her a little about its history
The story of the grapefruit origins
With the sweet orange from Jamaica
And a citrus fruit name pomelo
That was brought from Indonesia
By a man name “captain shaddock”
Brought the pomelo seed to Barbados
And both fruits we hybrid together
And it results in the grapefruits that we knows
First they call it the forbidden fruit
Grapefruit was first documented in 1750
Its one of the “seven wonders of Barbados
In the Barbados national history
In 1929 the discovery of a red grapefruit
Growing on a pink variety
Then they use radiation to trigger mutations
For new varieties that fade to pink typically
Ruby red become a symbolic fruit of Texas
And the white “inferior” grapefruits was eliminated
And only red grapefruit was grown for decades
Like the one she has on her plate
I going on the bed and snuggle next to her
That’s enough about the grapefruit history
She smile and thank me for the story
Then she plant one big sweet kiss on me
And every time my girlfriend kisses me
I do blush like a big baby
But not a big cute baby
Because I’m really kind of ugly
But still she my girlfriend love me
So I am the luckiest man in the world
And when ever it start snowing
I do hug her up when I feeling cold
For lunch will cook stew chicken and red bean
With potato salad and fried rice
And make her some grape fruit juice
In a tall glass with ice
You aren't anybody to the plinth in the workforce.
Of course, I know of your success.
My money does not have anything to do with you; therefore, why negate a
nation’s wealth.
If you just would abide by the Constitution, your achievements are '
insurmountable.
I came via statute of law, but you violated them all.
In these historical times, there will not be a walk.
I will, however, step-to-the-cause.
Your stance is cruelty.
Your voice lacks depth.
You are a mammoth in society through social injustice.
No law has been applied and the freedoms of humanity are threatened.
You were the Judge who did not preserve the Seventh (7th) Amendment.
In these historical times, I am a trailblazer.
I will watch from a skyscraper.
You state emotional distress is the fabrication.
You state the summary of this all is damages made.
You said I am nothing but a Pro-Se Litigator, insofar as your voice means
nothing within this nation,
You are just a native-born child whose life has been negated.
In these historical times, I am the biblical generation.
An era of gist that is socio-political and socio-religious predefined by a socio-
economic existence, I attenuate you with strength and know that justice will
prevail.
This will be documented throughout antiquity.
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PENNED ON OCTOBER 14, 2014!
He hanged for nine days and nine nights,
To seek out wisdom it would seem,
Without a struggle without a fight,
The runes came to him in a dream.
Wounded by his own spear he hung,
Not partaking in food or drink from a horn,
Dripping his blood made the runes one by one,
It was enough to make every god mourn.
As one rune led into another,
Sacrificing himself to himself.
It was documented by a Nordic brother,
The time Odin gained rune wealth.
When he hung in the great Ash tree,
His knowledge is ours, his knowledge now free.
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What does MILF mean?
How can I get from here to there?
What current events are happening?
What's the forecast for today's weather?
What's the chemical breakdown for human DNA?
Where can I find every theological point of view?
What sports team is trading what player today?
Why do our skies and oceans appear to be blue?
How much money do I have left in my bank account?
How many minutes do I have left on my phone?
Have I reached my credit limit on my credit card amount?
How many documented endangered species are known?
What's the difference between ignorance and apathy?
I Don't Know And I Don't Care
because the super highway of information
can be logged on to by Anyone, Everyone.
One can plug into the Internet anytime, anywhere
accessing all of the world's knowledge past, present and future.
The world has discovered it's coveted holy grail
To Jules Rimet we honour let the football feast set sail.
Countries unite and teams take flight to a designated host nation
Little kids feed off this passion they tune-in with eager motivation.
Anticipation even before any ball is kicked or flicked
Back pages with fake news has our minds playing tricks.
Will he start will he not toys yanked from the cot
What's more at least we are entertained somewhat.
It takes us away from the 9-5 the same old mundane
Propels us into a four year galaxy the game beautifully insane.
From the old to the young the whole world will celebrate
Sole-stomping satisfaction our diverse planet will vibrate.
There will be scandals, errors, misdemeanours all documented
There will amazing goals, tricks, bad refereeing decisions all commentated.
What a beautiful notion thought of by that man Mr. Rimet
Implanting the WC in our lives from 1930 to present day.
Tensely polarized
Fiercely alienated
Furiously devoid of
Space and peace
By deeds unjust
By antics blatant
Short-changed
****-noshed
Orphaned
Offended
From people
To pieces
An equation
Unbalanced
Sinister motives
Documented
Grand strategies
Visible mirrors
To annihilate
To assimilate
Partisan practices
Warped policies
Of can’t pilot
Be passengers
Lost trust
Lacks shine
Lost lives
Eternal
Galvanise
Demonise
Keep on to
Put down
Till one sees
The snake’s
Nude red
Buttocks!
Should my home catch flames; ABLAZE
simply one collection shall I salvage
to spare my brain waves from becoming a maze of craze
ahhh...my beloved Poet Trees shall survive...as to my soul they arrived with much thanks
but NEVER from clever, contrived, silly, pink think-tanks
rather; they gather where my third eye winks then blinks
and just as the silly mind sinks to sorry new lows
a brand-spanking-new tree's seed grows
keeping me on my two FEETS' toes
fueling my soul with free flows; chill as "Chili Fritos"
freeing me from creaking sinks and freakish stings...allowing me to sing where the air
lends friends that bend, like ten thin yogi's zens and the wind blows like Hurricane Hugo's
saving grace in the face of disgrace, I increase pace, to beat Hell's fire, in this race
my Poet Tree's divinity, lies within tiny limbs and hymns weighing in on the decision keeping Rosy posy prosey in my vision
instead of hording my corny flicks n' flings, or rings n' things, like holy-cannoli rings, or roly poly bling, that I surely do not need or eat like knish treats or fish meat
so while it may seem strangely neat to see me refrain from placing fame on games n' things like Gnip-Gnop and my freakin' flips n' flops...I say "Let them flames burn red instead till they don't stop!"
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***Note to reader... the "POET TREES" mentioned in this piece are a depiction of an extremely insane catalog of thousands (nearly all hand written) original poems I am fortunate enough to have written in life. They are absolutely the only physical possession of true value to me, as they are detailed visions, dreams, and documented journeys I will NEVER take for granted! Mankind often tirelessly politic, fuss, discuss or argue about ability to "be a poet or a real writer" within academia and other literary circles. I make a living as a humble writer and I say, who the hell cares! This is NOT a talent, it is a very vivid experience and I am merely a journalist, just like all of you. I encourage each one of you to listen ONLY to the "WELL SPRING" placed within the guts of our existance~~~~~~~~JSLambert~plant your seeds and read the Poet Trees!~
I love watching documentaries of nature,
Full of enchanting momentous adventure,
But my favourite by far is the ocean,
As it beckons and teasingly invites us
To look at a world we could never
Imagine, serene, silent, secretive,
Spectacular, incredible, and daring,
In a magical way breathtakingly alluring,
My heart resides with the passionate,
Who proudly, and painstakingly
Dive and venture into oceans and
Waters unknown, allowing us to peep,
Into an azure Aqualand, insanely so deep,
Where incredible species of fish and
Outrageous phenomenal plant life,
Astonish and mesmerize human life,
Never to bid us farewell,
As stories spanning eras magically spell,
Bound us, invoke fantasies back to
The beginning of time when galaxies
Looked down and with infectious delight,
Smiled wisely upon our planet
With a knowing, futuristic magnetic,
Mischievousness, enjoying it’s
Confounding aesthetic
Layers of anonymity, of underwater history
Until finally one beautiful day,
Pandora’s box opens revealing to us our
Oceans mystery.
I marvel at knowledge collected,
Intensely reported and documented,
So please don't pollute our oceans so vast,
And promise to keep such, forever to last.
Friendship is a relation between friends
Relationship is a romantic relation between couples
Living relation is a sexual relation between an unmarried couple
Marriage is a licensed union between two People
Q.What do we get from marriage?
Ans.We get documented babies.
Q.What do we get from living relation?
Ans.We get family planning.
Q.What do we get from relationship?
And.We get experience, it's like a test match.
Friendship, relationship, living relation are almost the same thing.
It's like soldiers doing drills to prepare themselves for the battle.
Note. 2 × 2 = 4, and 2 + 2 = 4 hence proved that we are applying different formulas to get the same answer.
Family law 1961 was promulgated by ayub Khan but sexually mature boys and girls can do ding dong with their consent.
Q.What will you do If legal is not moral and moral is not legal and immoral is legal?
Q.Who are you to decide legal, moral, immoral and illegal?
at last he knows what
has been kicking his ass all these years
living a slow trauma smelling of empire
guardians of civilization on strike or asleep
concluding that non-conformists are all alike
but wait I am harsh this is all from memory
must have been the Kristalnacht last night
the simple concept fire is hot
does not have a subjective alternative
I tell you this with both lips
eyes watering from the smoke and prayers
in an instructive grand demonstration
of just the right amount
at just the right time
fortunately the farm subsidies
kept his garden of delight
in full Amsterdam trim
until Dr. Schnitt opened his skull
in a state sanctioned inquiry
involving all manner of pageantry
gave me a jolly good boot up the spizzerinctum
I'll tell you that right here right there
tweetering bluebirds now circle my head
the hum of life in there somewhere
most thoughts are unoriginal anyhow
you don't need a text balloon to survive
but it's a lot more contemporary
makes the aerodynamics a little smoother
my geneticist says I must be careful
several members of my family
have perished from documented cases
of spontaneous human combustion
must have fallen off the chameleon ride
but no matter they love you one day
hate your ashes the next go figure
not all internal signal input is valid
for this reason scalpels have been handed out
a National Dissection Day special
Nurse Lefty in her lightning bug suit
was just trying to get the job done
after the renunciation of befuddlement
and the realization she had fingers
that were much different from her toes
oh boy we're on another subject already
rhyming crocodile and Nile somehow
fighting fire with smoke see above
partially eaten in spite of the effort
even the effort was eaten
cough cough
From "Engine of Didactic Beauty" available on Amazon
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